Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. " "That is your fault, none of mine. “Do I understand you then to refuse my offer?” he asked Anna.
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